"It Barely Made Any Difference."
Meanwhile, the fierce battles on the other two fronts continued.
The battle between Artoria [Alter] and Mordred was especially grand in scale, far surpassing the one between Mashu and Lancelot.
Mashu and Lancelot were merely locked in a situation where one side attacked fiercely while the other defended. They had maintained that balance all this time, and for the moment, the two sides had reached a stalemate.
Artoria [Alter] and Mordred, on the other hand, had no intention of holding back. Both intended to put the other to death, causing black storms and crimson lightning to churn and dart across every corner of the battlefield.
"Clang—clang—clang—clang—clang—"
The fierce clash of blades continued to echo as the black and crimson figures chased one another at astonishing speed. Like twin bolts of lightning, they flashed and crossed back and forth, streaking across every part of the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds or even thousands of blows, throwing the mana and atmosphere into chaos.
"Raaaahhhhhhhhh!"
Mordred roared repeatedly, the royal sword in her hand carving through streaks of lightning as she unleashed a storm of attacks against Artoria [Alter]. Even the crimson lightning seemed to run berserk, trembling without cease.
"Hmph!"
Artoria [Alter] merely snorted coldly. The holy sword in her hand flashed repeatedly, knocking away each incoming lightning slash. She even closed in through the crimson lightning, like a savage demonic dragon, the holy sword serving as its fangs as it viciously lunged at Mordred, leaving her on the brink of death several times.
The battle between the two had reached such a fierce and perilous level that there was no room for anyone else to intervene.
Under normal circumstances, Artoria and Mordred should have been nearly equal in strength.
Mordred had